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You have to guess the crossword of Life

Me? I'm trying to compose a puzzle about it

Life in illusion I refuse

I have a sense of reality in myself.

Křížovku života musíš hádat

Já? Zkouším medailonek o tom všem skládat

Žít v iluzi odmítám

Smysl pro realitu v sobě mám.

This is the invite code for a group in progress:

The Poets Society

 

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Leica Selection 27.3.2023

J'ai capté cette fleur près de la rivière Nicolet tout près du Jardin Botanique de Kingsey Falls au Québec.

 

Je croyais que c'était une jonquille mais avec ma recherche j'ai constaté que c'était: " Le Narcisse des poètes."

 

Le Narcisse des poètes est une plante vivace à bulbe. Souvent cultivée par les amateurs de belles fleurs, elle pousse aussi spontanément dans les prairies humides de montagne.

 

Merci de vos visites, commentaires et favoris !

Thank you for your visits, comment's and favorites !

This shot is taken from the Church of San Pietro in Porto Venere. The gulf is so named because it inspired the likes of Byron, Shelley, Dante, and Petrarch.

 

It inspired me too, but I decided not to swim across the bay like Byron did in 1822 for a rendezvous with Shelley.

 

Note: The bay is actually behind me. This photo is looking out into the Mediterranean toward's Byron's Grotto.

 

Happy shooting!

Marko Marulic Square, Zagreb, Croatia

 

Marko Marulic was a Croatian medieval poet, often referred to as the father of Croatian literature. That's his statue in the middle of the square, facing the entrance to the Croatian State Archives building.

I am a forgetful poet, so sometimes I look for a suitable pen...

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The poor poet

 

(Samaipata, Bolivia)

Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise

[Jeanette Winterson]

 

Statue of the german Poet "Schiller" in front of the Concerthouse in Berlin

 

This is the delightful Newstead Abbey in Nottinghamshire. Best know as the ancestral home of Lord Byron (1808-1814). Byron was an English poet and politician. The Abbey is believed to date from the late 12 century and is one of my favourite local places.

Plaques illustrating Japanese waka poets and some of their work. Shinnyodo temple, Kyoto. Hasselblad X1D.

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* Vista nocturna de la Torre Eiffel. Fotografía tomada con teleobjetivo a últimas horas de la tarde, en el lubricán del crepúsculo vespertino. París. Francia.

 

* La Torre Eiffel, está ubicada en el extremo del Campo de Marte a la orilla del río Sena. Es el símbolo de la capital parisina. Cuenta con una altura de cerca de 330 metros. Fue construida para las Exposiciones Universales de 1889 y 1900, y en su momento generó cierta controversia entre los artistas de la época, que la veían como un monstruo de hierro. A lo largo del siglo XX fue utilizada como antenas de comunicación. En la actualidad es el símbolo turístico más importante de Francia.

 

Traemos a colación en estos momentos un breve poema del poeta chileno Vicente Huidobro sobre la famosa Torre.

 

Torre Eiffel

guitarra del cielo,

tu telegrafía sin hilos

atrae las palabras

como un rosal las abejas

durante la noche.

 

El Sena deja de correr,

telescopio o clarín

Torre Eiffel,

y es una colmena de palabras

o un tintero de miel.

 

Al fondo del alba.

una araña de patas de alambre

tejía su tela de nubes.

  

(VICENTE HUIDOBRO. Torre Eiffel.)

 

France; Puy-de-Dôme, Lac de Bourdouze 7/6/21

Balanchine described dancers as "poets of gesture", I guess I see plants the same way

People at Goetheplatz in Frankfurt am Main, Germany and standing on a pedestal made by Ludwig Schwanthaler bronze Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

El poeta Gerardo Diego también se enamoró de Soria, donde su breve pero entusiasmada estancia le inspiró versos tan hermosos como estos del Romance del Duero.

  

Río Duero, río Duero,

nadie a acompañarte baja;

nadie se detiene a oír

tu eterna estrofa de agua.

 

Indiferente o cobarde,

la ciudad vuelve la espalda.

No quiere ver en tu espejo

su muralla desdentada.

 

Tú, viejo Duero, sonríes

entre tus barbas de plata,

moliendo con tus romances

las cosechas mal logradas.

 

Y entre los santos de piedra

y los álamos de magia

pasas llevando en tus ondas

palabras de amor, palabras.

 

Quién pudiera como tú,

a la vez quieto y en marcha,

cantar siempre el mismo verso

pero con distinta agua.

 

Río Duero, río Duero,

nadie a estar contigo baja,

ya nadie quiere atender

tu eterna estrofa olvidada,

 

sino los enamorados

que preguntan por sus almas

y siembran en tus espumas

palabras de amor, palabras.

" Nous voulons être les poètes de nos propres vies ...et d'abord dans les plus petites choses."

 

Un grand merci pour vos favoris, commentaires et encouragements toujours très appréciés.

 

Many thanks for your much appreciated favorites and comments.

Moment captured May 12th, 2023 at Boerner Botanical Gardens in Hales Corners, Wisconsin. (USA)

 

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YOU'RE REAL STRENGTH

ONLY BECOMES APPARENT WHEN

YOU GET IN HOT WATER----DR

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The poet is

a liar

who always speaks

the truth.

Jean Cocteau

EXPLORE

Voi amate il mare, capitano? Si! l’amo! Il mare é tutto. Copre i sette decimi del globo terrestre; il suo respiro é puro e sano; é l’immenso deserto in cui l’uomo non é mai solo, poiché sente fremere la vita accanto a se. Il mare non é altro che il veicolo di un’esistenza straordinaria e prodigiosa; non é che movimento e amore, é l’infinito vivente, come ha detto uno dei vostri poeti.....vivete, vivete nel seno del mare! Qui soltanto é indipendenza, qui non riconosco padroni, qui sono libero!

(Jules Verne)

Poet tables are a bit gloomy

A piece of emotion, a line of poetry

You can take whatever your soul hungers for;

Whether it's love, or sorrow,

Whether it's coincidence, or fate...

They say you have to accept an invitation,

You don't eat what you expect, you eat what you find.

France; Puy-de-Dôme, Lac de Bourdouze 7/6/21

Guy writes you a poem for a Pound. Outside Tate Modern

Le village fortifié du Poët-Laval, dominé par son château médiéval, se détache sur un paysage de collines boisées, à quelques kilomètres à l'ouest de Dieulefit, en Drôme provençale. La commune est membre de l'association des Plus Beaux Villages de France, qui vise à promouvoir les atouts touristiques de petites communes françaises riches d'un patrimoine de qualité.

 

Au cours des guerres de religion, Le Poët-Laval connut plusieurs sièges : le château, très endommagé par les combats, fut délaissé par les commandeurs qui se fixèrent définitivement à Montélimar à la fin du xvie siècle. Les fortifications furent démantelées et le corps de logis tomba en ruines. La chapelle castrale Saint-Jean redevint église paroissiale sous le vocable de Saint-André.

 

À partir du début du xxe siècle, le développement du village de Gougne, en fond de vallée, entraîna l’abandon progressif du vieux village, qui n’était plus occupé que par quelques personnes âgées au début des années 1950. Dès 1925, quelques passionnés créèrent l’association des Amis du vieux Poët-Laval, qui freina le pillage systématique dont le site faisait l’objet en acquérant et en consolidant les constructions les plus menacées. À partir de 1959, les travaux réalisés par des particuliers sur toute la partie haute du village, sur les rues et quelques maisons anciennes ont permis de redonner vie à ce lieu remarquable, qui semblait voué à la disparition comme nombre de villages perchés et auquel l’accueil touristique et le retour d’habitants permanents rendent aujourd’hui une nouvelle jeunesse.

fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Poët-Laval

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The fortified village of Poet-Laval, dominated by its medieval castle, is set against a landscape of wooded hills, a few kilometers west of Dieulefit, in Drôme Provençale. The town is a member of the Association of the Most Beautiful Villages of France, which aims to promote the tourism assets of small French towns of a rich heritage of quality.

 

During the wars of religion, Le Poet-Laval knew several seats: the castle, badly damaged by the fighting, was abandoned by the commanders who permanently settled in Montelimar in the late sixteenth century. The fortifications were dismantled and the main building fell into disrepair. The chapel Saint-Jean became parish church under the patronage of St. Andrew.

 

From the early twentieth century, the development of the village of Gougne, in the valley, led to the gradual abandonment of the old village, which was not occupied by a few elderly people in the early 1950. In 1925, some enthusiasts created the Association of Friends of Old Poet-Laval, which braked the systematic looting whose site was the subject by acquiring and consolidating the most endangered buildings. From 1959 the work of individuals across the top of the village, on the streets and old houses have made it possible to revive this remarkable place, which seemed destined to disappear as a number of perched villages and to which the tourist reception and the return of permanent inhabitants make a new youth today.

 

Translated from:

fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Poët-Laval

Als moderner Gegensatz, eine Reminiszenz

an das Gemälde mit dem Titel "Der arme Poet"

von Carl Spitzweg.

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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.

 

While it is not World Poetry Day until 21st March, every Friday is Poets Day here in the UK because tomorrow is Saturday.

 

I'm hoping to get out with my camera tomorrow. Pain and weather permitting. I wish you all an amazing weekend ahead my Flickr friends. Stay safe and take photos.

The Kings Garden, Copenhagen, August 29, 2023.

A new creation from Poet's Heart amazing & innovating creator, who goes a step further in men's Jake's body mesh with the name "PH - Garbage Couture"

 

Soon it will be available at Salvage Station on 20th November & the event will be till 20th December

Stay Tuned

   

Photographed from a stone monument to local poets, T. Hughes Jones (1895-1966), B. T. Hopkins (1897-1981), J. M. Edwards (1903-1978) and Edward Prosser Rhys (1901-1945).

 

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Spring had sprung, everything bursting and unfurling; fresh green everywhere.

 

A beautiful long tree lined lane leading to a mansion would make a perfect shot… if I was conventional.

 

I decided I wanted something different, and walked around the majestic trunks, in the field, and photographed the ‘outside’, where the branches grew un-thinned and more wild.

 

I love the patterns and think the delicate green looks very romantic, poetic.

  

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